𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 (ʀ.ᴛ x ʜ.ᴡ)

𝟎𝟏

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Scribbles come from the room at the end of the hallway, papers and journals neatly stacked on the desk. Calligraphy pens and ballpoint pens all scattered on the table, some few in a small cup. It was late at night, the sky dark, and only the moon illuminated. Harlow smiled at her completed story, as she put them away in the pile of organized papers.

She realized it was late and she stretched. She puts the pens and ink back and dug right into the comforters. She sighs and she hears her mothers terrible white noises playing from downstairs, she cringed at the sounds and she covered her ears with a pillow, trying to die down the sounds. Her mother doesn't really do much in the house, who used to be the one always cleaning and cooking was her dad.

Who sadly passed away because of an accident. She closes her eyes and manages to silence the whale wailings from downstairs.

Harlow suddenly awoke from her mother calling her. Her mother opened the door and she looked at her confused "get ready for school, it's your last day of school, remember?" She said to harlow as she eats pasta from the microwavable tupperwares. "Oh, right. I'll go get ready." She answered as she took the towel near her chair. She walked past her mom and went downstairs. She heard her mom shut her door softly, and follwed her down.

Harlow took a bath while her mother fixed her lunch. When harlow was finished, she dashed upstairs and locked her door. She quickly changed into something comfortable, she decided on wearing a shirt with jean shorts that extended a bit, almost to her knees. She puts on her military boots and stuffed her bag with her journals and pens, leaving the expensive ones at home so they wont get lost.

She quickly said bye to her mom, and left her to become sober again, and quickly pedalled away. She heard another bike coming from right behind her. She turned around, still cautious of whats in front of her. She saw Richie, Richard "Richie" Tozier, Trashmouth Tozier, she could go on and on with the nicknames.

"What do you want Tozier?" She said as she continued to look forward, ignoring his gaze and smirk. "Looks like Woody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He chuckled to himself and quickly peddled away before Harlow could throw a rock at his face. Richie made the nickname Woody to her, as he thought her last name was funny.

Harlow quickly flipped him off as he smirked at her. Richie is the trashmouth of the Losers, he has curly black hair, with freckles. He wears glasses that make his eyes a bit bigger. Just by first glance, you might think hes innocent and a quiet nerd. But it's the total opposite. He still is one of the losers though.

Richie is at the same friend group and street with Harlow, making it impossible to avoid him. She quickly arrived at their school and chained her bike onto the bike poles, next to Richie's.

She went inside of the building and rushed to her first class, wishing that the day would end already. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and she got pushed to the lockers by someone. She grunted and opened her eyes to see Gretta. "Morning, little shit." Gretta held a tight grip on Harlow's shoulder. "Isnt it a bit too early to act so bitchy Gretta?"

She smirked and burned her cigarette on Harlows forearm to get a reaction. She winced and Gretta pulled away. "Have a nice summer." Harlow quickly blinked through tears, and rushed to first period.

She sat next to Bev as they shared first period together. She noticed the burn mark on Harlow as she wrote something about Beverly. A poem of some sort. "Dude, what happened?" She took Harlows arm and checked the burn. "It's just... It's just Gretta." She sighed and retracted her forearm away.

Beverly got mad and quickly dampened a cloth from her bag with a water bottle. "why didn't you atleast run it over some cold water?" She said as she patted the burn. Harlow winced and Bev stopped and patted slower. "I didnt... Hiss.. Wanna be late." Harlow answered. "This is a medical emergency, and, fuck chemistry. The teacher doesn't even do jackshit." She whispered the last part.

Harlow chuckled and thanked Bev. "Anytime Harly." She winked and Harlow continued to write. She felt a tingly feeling in her hands. Like she wants to write about something else. Her gut dancing around her stomach. She turned her journal to the backpage and thought of a topic.

She started to write and scribble in the journal, hiding it bro bev. She found herself writing about a boy.

Curly hair and dark, freckles on his face neatly placed on his face

Oh how he really is so loud and obnoxious. But his charm and voice soothes me.

Glasses big and bulk, doe eyes staring at me.

How and i love and hat-

Harlow stopped writing and ripped the page off. Bev noticed and asked whats wrong. "Nothing, i just made a mistake of a draft I'm making." Harlow chuckled awkwardly and continued to write. She kept the page in her pocket, as it was a waste.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

As school ended, she saw the other losers walking out of the class, waiting for eachother. Eddie, Stan and Richie were walking towards Bill. Harlow took notice and she went down a few meters away from them. She decided to go into a stall in the bathroom just to prepare herself for summer. After a few minutes, she smells of cigarettes coming from the other stall.

She kept quiet and for almost 7 whole minutes, she heard the door bust open. She then heard Gretta's minions snickering, and then Gretta herself. Gretta stopped at the door of the stall. "Are you in there yourself, Beaver-ly? Or do you have half the guys of the school with you, huh, slut? I know you're in there, little shit  i can smell you. No wonder you dont have friends"

"Which is it Gretta, am i a slut, or a little shit. "

"Make up your mind."

"Your trash."

Harlow kept shut and covered her mouth. She then heard the trash bin falling and someone going into the next stall. "We just wanted to remind you." Then Bev saw someone about to throw wet garbage on her head. She quickly put her bag on her head.

Harlow heard the splashing and smelt the ridiculous stinge of the trash. "Well atleast now you smell better." Gretta laughed "lets go girls." They walked out and before exiting, Gretta said "Have a nice summer, Beaver-ly."

After Gretta and the others got out, Harlow exited the stall and started knocking on the stall where beverly was. "Bev, its me, open up, ill help you get cleaned up. Please."

She opened the door and threw her bag at the floor. "Im sorry bev, i didnt stop Gretta-" "no.. Its not your fault. Gretta is just a stupid bitch." She answered as she washed her bag in the sink.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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